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words, it told her that whoever this person was, their time was running shorter and shorter. Before long, the killer was going to get tired of the game they were playing and end it.
“Whatchareadin g ”
A second before Jon would have seen the message Cory moved her finger over the power button at the top of her phone and the screen went black. She could hear Jon make a sound underneath his breath that sounded like a half-attempt at a swear and he moved back over to the side of the couch he’d regulated himself to.
Cory set her phone next to her as she looked to Jon. In less than half an hour, he was on his second beer. Toward the end of their marriage, Jon’s drinking had become more of a habit with him than had been comfortable. He was never drunk while he was at work, but once he’d walked through the door, he’d drink like a fish preparing to live its life on land.
“Don’t you think you should space those out some?”
Jon flicked an irritated eyebrow at his less-liquored inclined ex-wife. “I don’t think a few beers are going to do much to make matters worse.” He tilted the neck of the bottle in his hand toward his lips for emphasis. After he’d taken a sip, he added, “It helps me think.”
Cory sighed and moved from where she was perched over to Jon’s side of the couch and, without saying a word, took his beer from him.
Jon sat cock-eyed on his couch, the television in front of him set to a mindless channel for noise. His eyes were closed and it appeared to Cory as if he’d slipped into unconsciousness sometime in the last half hour of the program he’d been mildly interested in.
Cory thought that now was her chance to get away from Jon, that if she was going to make a break for her house and have a show-down with a killer that now would be the time to get her rear in gear.
Carefully, and because she knew Jon would wake up if she jostled him too much, Cory lifted herself from the couch and headed toward the back door of the house. She remembered that the front door, in the near silence, would creak when disturbed, and that the back door would be less of a risk. Over the sound of the television, the odds were that Jon would never hear the door opening.
She had a moment where she wanted to wake him up and tell him what she was planning to do, but the flash of Jon in the back of an ambulance waiting to have his day in the cold seat on her slab made the decision against it for her. Cory couldn’t risk his life any more than she would have wanted to risk someone else’s. The fact that she loved him solidified her course. Love wasn’t enough to keep them together, but it was enough to ensure that she’d not ask him to do something stupid. It didn’t mean that she couldn’t do something stupid.
Once she was outside, Cory looked to the sky. It was just past dusk, headed into that deeper blue of night, and if there was a set time for a murderer to make an appearance she couldn’t think of a better one than now. She made it to her car, slid in, and she eased the car out of Jon’s parking space before she turned the ignition. It would be perhaps ten minutes before she’d be pulling up into her apartment complex. Ten minutes and she’d be bravely sneaking into a trap in the place of someone who would have gone in guns cocked and temper blind.
CHAPTER 8
………………………………..
Jon woke after maybe perhaps an hour after he’d thought to close his eyes for a little interior eyelid study session. He hadn’t meant to nod off, though given the dragging theme of the day, the ooh’s and ahh’s, he’d been entitled to have a few winks to himself.
He
“Whatchareadin g ”
A second before Jon would have seen the message Cory moved her finger over the power button at the top of her phone and the screen went black. She could hear Jon make a sound underneath his breath that sounded like a half-attempt at a swear and he moved back over to the side of the couch he’d regulated himself to.
Cory set her phone next to her as she looked to Jon. In less than half an hour, he was on his second beer. Toward the end of their marriage, Jon’s drinking had become more of a habit with him than had been comfortable. He was never drunk while he was at work, but once he’d walked through the door, he’d drink like a fish preparing to live its life on land.
“Don’t you think you should space those out some?”
Jon flicked an irritated eyebrow at his less-liquored inclined ex-wife. “I don’t think a few beers are going to do much to make matters worse.” He tilted the neck of the bottle in his hand toward his lips for emphasis. After he’d taken a sip, he added, “It helps me think.”
Cory sighed and moved from where she was perched over to Jon’s side of the couch and, without saying a word, took his beer from him.
Jon sat cock-eyed on his couch, the television in front of him set to a mindless channel for noise. His eyes were closed and it appeared to Cory as if he’d slipped into unconsciousness sometime in the last half hour of the program he’d been mildly interested in.
Cory thought that now was her chance to get away from Jon, that if she was going to make a break for her house and have a show-down with a killer that now would be the time to get her rear in gear.
Carefully, and because she knew Jon would wake up if she jostled him too much, Cory lifted herself from the couch and headed toward the back door of the house. She remembered that the front door, in the near silence, would creak when disturbed, and that the back door would be less of a risk. Over the sound of the television, the odds were that Jon would never hear the door opening.
She had a moment where she wanted to wake him up and tell him what she was planning to do, but the flash of Jon in the back of an ambulance waiting to have his day in the cold seat on her slab made the decision against it for her. Cory couldn’t risk his life any more than she would have wanted to risk someone else’s. The fact that she loved him solidified her course. Love wasn’t enough to keep them together, but it was enough to ensure that she’d not ask him to do something stupid. It didn’t mean that she couldn’t do something stupid.
Once she was outside, Cory looked to the sky. It was just past dusk, headed into that deeper blue of night, and if there was a set time for a murderer to make an appearance she couldn’t think of a better one than now. She made it to her car, slid in, and she eased the car out of Jon’s parking space before she turned the ignition. It would be perhaps ten minutes before she’d be pulling up into her apartment complex. Ten minutes and she’d be bravely sneaking into a trap in the place of someone who would have gone in guns cocked and temper blind.
CHAPTER 8
………………………………..
Jon woke after maybe perhaps an hour after he’d thought to close his eyes for a little interior eyelid study session. He hadn’t meant to nod off, though given the dragging theme of the day, the ooh’s and ahh’s, he’d been entitled to have a few winks to himself.
He
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